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I grew up in a working class suburb of a large Australian city.
I was shy, awkward, skinny and didn't have a clue how to be relevant in the maelstrom called High School. The quintessential nerd when nerdism wasn't fashionable.
I got picked on at school because I was physically weak and preferred to spend time in the library on my own due to my social awkwardness.
Hating who and where I was, I dreamed of respect, fine clothes, a hot physique, and hot chicks lusting after me as teenagers often do. I also fantasized of kicking the asses of those who made my life Hell.
Throughout my early years and later in life when most are firmly entrenched on their life path, I continued a journey to transform myself a number of times into someone who I wanted to be. It was a long journey with many pauses and detours and setbacks. This journey continues today.
Fast forward to the present, I've been married and divorced, left my blue collar roots behind, been to law school, acquired professional qualifications have a kick-ass physique, have an eye on how to dress well, called three continents home, live a full life and want to help you to do the same no matter where you are in your life.
Although I no longer live the blue collar life and my existence is now definitely within the middle class, my blue collar roots are indelibly a part of me: the foundation of being both a Gentleman and a Beast.
And this is about as good as it gets.